"Why G?"

[Intro]

GDP. Smoker's Cough Shit 20-14

Yeah

[Verse 1: GDP]

Rapper's my son/sun like planet Earth

Your girl a teen mom, should've planned that first (fuck ya'll)

Eating ass dessert

Ask your managers, I'm the man in Jers

West Orange, that's Tatooine

Walk up to a chick like "What those tattoos mean?"

I do my rap routine and count stacks

Oh she, said "I really dig your style dude. Mad unique." (GDP)

I'm a titan like Saturn's moon

Kill 'em softly with kindness and gratitude

We got that attitude

"And what you sad for?"

Nah I said "I have the blues."

I mean my lower back's killing me and rappers ain't ill as me

Heavy artillery, I speak my mind like soliloquy

My rent's 850 plus utilities, you feelin' me?

Silly G write a rhyme like Shel Silverstein

Falling Up, when I'm balling don't call me up

At the club 'til I'm crawling drunk

Or call a girl I ain't called in months

(like) "Where you calling from?"

Sip wine made of red grapes and malted plums

Assault the drums

She said "GDP your nuts." Yeah a salted one

Went to war with the whole world, fought and won

I'm getting money now and more to come

GDP

[Hook]

We the shit

(smokin') Weed and shit

No stems, no seeds, no sticks

Throw an ounce in the crowd like I don't need that shit (2x)

[Outro]

GDP

Need that shit. Believe that shit

Hash money, yeah you need that shit